Just like before -Katarina x Asma x Marcos-

Katarina and Marcos belong to my friends and respective owners C. and J. Asma belong to me. 

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She was sitting still on the chair, with her arms behind her back and her delicate hands entrapped with pearly beads. Her body was a work of art, one that Gaea was extremely proud of. He stared at her, with arms crossed over his chest while he was still holding the belt in his right hand, the very one that left red and hot marks on her soft skin.

A third player appeared and wrapped her arms around Death's waist. She kissed his shoulder blade and leaned her head against the hard and chiseled arm of her husband. It always was a game they loved to play together, the three of them. One where they could unleash their passion, blow some steam off, living their crazy fantasies. A moment none of them had enough lately, so when Asma finally visited the couple, they took the opportunity and soon clothes flew off, hands were tied up and feelings intensified.

"How do we begin?" -She asked, licking her glossy red lips as she played with the leather belt-

"I have a pretty good idea Vixxsin. She's ripe."

"Ohhh... I see.." She planted another kiss on his shoulder, leaving her red imprint on him as she walked towards the young woman with pink hair that was waiting on the stool. She was arching her back to expose her best assets and pretended not to be ready for what was coming next while she actually was begging for it. Elise bent slightly forward and grabbed her chin. "My.. my.. my.. what took you so long to come visit us?"

"......I don't know. Maybe I wanted to build things up to this moment? What do you think? Have I been a bad girl?" She mischievously asked, pouting a little bit, while her dark-haired lover grabbed her cheeks, ever so softly.

"I think you've been very very bad... very very bad."

To give and be given, to love and be loved -Elpis x pride-

To give and be given. To love and be loved. The room was filled with gasps and grunts. Noises ...of flesh smacking flesh pervaded the air. It had been an eternity since they were reunited, a lifetime since their names were spoken with such a passion. Bodies were dancing in the dark room, bodies that only the moon was able to see. It was cold but the soft light was piercing through the window and for the curious eye who could have stumbled into the scene, it was a magnificent sight to behold.

To give and be given. To love and be loved. It was a mess in her mind. Sweet confusion of time and place that only made the moment unique to experience. Her head was yanked back, her eyes half-closed and her legs spread. She gasped as she felt the soft and wet tongue devour her neither lips, soft lips tugged at them while strong hands kept her legs from closing up. The goddess allowed her hands to wander and touch her lover’s blonde hair. He was unsatiable, tasting her as if she was the finest meal and he couldn't have enough of it. He allowed his tongue to explore her insides, tease her little nub of nerves, and pillage her petite core. 

To give and be given. To love and be loved. Her fingers were lost into the rich hair of her Sin and Elpis rewarded his ministrations with gentle scratches and strokes of his scalp. Her toes were curled and the sides of her feet were stroking the wet and pale skin of his, that skin Elpis had tried to mark with her teeth or her feverish kisses. Soon enough, the pace set up changed, and Pride went faster, relentless until she coated his tongue with her juices, eyes rolled into their sockets while the hand on his scalp sunk its fingers. He would bring her closer to the edge, feeling pleasure turning her eyes into pools of light, and feeling her grip on his head increase. He would bring her closer to the edge, just so when she would be the neediest, he would simply stop and stand up. He would position her to receive his cock. He would make sure she couldn't think straight and would protest because she was denied her climax.  

To give and be given. To love and be loved. He did ram himself back home, feeling the tight and warm walls of Elpis entrap his cock and send him to bliss once more. He grunted his silent approval and grabbed the goddess' waist as he started to thrust within her. It was brutal, calculated, and powerful enough to make Elpis jump from each thrust he gave her and whimper as he filled her so well. Nights like this one became fewer as time went by for he had been busy with his duties but now that he was there, Pride wanted to make sure to give each other the relief and love they needed to have. Elpis' voice echoed through the chambers of Tartarus. She was moaning his name and tried to force herself to open her eyes again so she could look into Pride's purple eyes but she failed and instead grabbed the sheets she finally tore apart.

To give and be given. To love and be loved. How she had missed this! She wanted to express her love whenever she could. She wanted him to know how important to her he was, what better way than to this? What better way than to give her all to the Sin, submit to him while he worked hard for their pleasure? What better way than to take his cock into her tight and wet walls? There was none...none because when Elpis was giving into him, she was giving everything! it was absolute. 

To give and be given, to love and be loved, it was a never-ending circle and they both loved to complete it. 

she was angry -Katarina, Asma & Marcos-

// ¨Personal picture, a gift for two friends of mine (owners of Katarina and Marcos.) hope you like ^^// 

It was an unusual day at the mansion. The house owner was upset and she had all the reasons to be. Rumours had spread about her, all of them coming from a woman who hated her seemingly. It was an act of pure jealousy that forced the malevolent woman to make her move. She sought to destroy Katarina and the rumors were starting to harm the family. Asma heard of them and realized that some of them involved her. She wasn't hurt by them, she was more worried about the fact it was now known by more people than needed and the children might suffer from their adult agreement. It made her fly straight to the mansion. On her way to the habitation, she was thinking of what to say to the king and her mistress, maybe stop their relationship, take a break from the whole family. It made her upset but if she had to leave, she would do so. Landing in the garden, the pink haired Elder walked towards the front door and knocked a few times. Marcos welcomed her, wearing a casual tank top and black jeans. He bent forward to kiss Asma to greet her, but the elder shook her head.

"I don't.. think it's a good idea. Where's Kat? I came to see you both, we have to talk."

"I know love. She's in the living room.she's quite cranky by the way so you better--" -But Asma had left already. She hurried to the living room and froze.

Katarina was indeed upset. Asma had never seen her in such a way before. Her sweet and sensual mistress was nothing more but pure anger. Her physical appearance was slightly different, her eyes were glowing, like pools made of liquid ivory, her skin was even paler but her legs up to her knees and her arms were now a solid ebony. Her perfect body was naked but there was nothing sensual about it.Asma swallowed hard and hesitated a bit. She felt the negative energy overwhelming the room, oozing from her. The raw power that made the air thicker and crushing her body. Would Asma have been human, she would have died already for the amount of limitless power was unbearable. Yet, she was no human and decided to step in. Katarina felt her presence and soften slightly her features. Her voice was different, darker, ethereal and for the first time, Asma did realize that she was in front of another goddess, and not just a goddess, but the daughter of Death herself. It sent shivers down her spine and she quietly sat on the floor, legs crossed and hands on her lap as she was looking at Katarina with a worried face. Marcos was nearby, leaned against the front door. He was upset as well, the whole issue with Katarina's enemy was annoying him. If it was simply about a woman having a temper tantrum, it would have been ignored, but now that their children were attacked as well, he couldn't tolerate it.

"I am glad you finally came sweetpea. We were worried about you." -Said the brunette goddess without looking at Asma.-

"I......had issues to deal with, nothing too important. I heard... I heard rumors."

"That's why she refused to greet me the proper way." -Joked Marcos. Under different circumstances, Asma would have thrown him a pillow but none of them really had the heart to joke. She simply gave him a tight smile and looked back at Katarina.

"I figured. Do not bother about them. I will handle this shit on my own."

"Who is she, Katarina?" Asma furrowed her brows. She was hesitant, could she really touch her lover's hand? Could she try to comfort her the old ways? It was new, and the atmosphere was suffocating. Her golden irises shifted from Katarina to Marcos who shrugged.

"Some bitch you don't need to bother yourself with."

"I need to know! She's spreading rumors all around. Maybe I should... I came to say that I should not come back to you. The kids---"

"Don't be /Ridiculous/ Asma! Please! You know better! you're not going to bow down in front of this whore! This is exactly what she wants! I can't afford to give it to her!"

"What she wants? Who is she?? Fill me in!" Asma furrowed her brows. She refused to be told what to do and left clueless. Someone was trying to destroy the family of her lovers, her friends, her mates and she refused to let this happen. She hit on her lap and grunted. Katarina's white glowing gaze finally was set upon her and her upper lip was lift.

"Asma. You will never meet her, or I'll make sure you don't. It's family business anyway."

"I need to know." The elder's voice was firm and she furrowed her brows harder until finally, Katarina softened up a bit.

"Fine love, I will tell you then. My father has chosen another bride. We didn't get along very well since we first met and she kept trying to hurt me and my family. I have been very patient with her, very patient... but she went too far. She threatened my kids."

"She did? Oh.." Asma started to realize that it wasn't much about them which somehow achieved to reassure her.-

She noticed the change of atmosphere, the rise of anger inside Katarina and glanced at Marcos to seek some support and help. She wasn't easy to scare, but Katarina was scary when she was angry. Her face wasn't soft and loving as it usually was but angry and closed. Her hair was moving like snakes, undulating at an unusual pace, that only emphasized Asma's fear. The black of her arms, when looked closely at were in fact made of energy and were swirling, like an unstopping current. Katarina was made of darkness for she was the daughter of Death, so she became darkness whenever angry. Hatred was filling the room and the death was overwhelming the living room. Asma panted slightly, trying to resist as much as she could but it was proven useless when her lover stood up suddenly.

"She will pay, I swear on my life. I will teach her to respect me. I already have an idea of what I am going to do."

"Any help from me Vixxsin?"

Asked Marcos who quietly crouched next to Asma who had lifted her hands to grab Katarina's legs so she could keep her balance and not faint. She tilted her head to the side so she could stare at the grim reaper who revealed in a glow his true form to Asma. He was wearing a large coat with a hood, like what they thought, he wasn't a skeleton. His skin was very pale, almost gloomy. His features were a little more emaciated, his eyes were red pools and his teeth were sharp, pointy, deadly. He looked like death, he was one of its pawns after all. She wasn't shocked, for she expected them to look terrifying and understood that Katarina wasn't really fully transformed, just right in between. She was just very uneased because of the feelings and the atmosphere she barely could fight against. As she was panting, she clung to the soft flesh of the brunette goddess and leaned her head against her belly while her eyes looked at a fully transformed Marcos.

"I will be fine on my own. I prefer to have you look after the kids. Asma..come on beautiful... look at me." -She made the young elder look at her and softly smirked. as she stroked the soft cheeks of the pink haired lady. "You came all this way for us, we better be good hosts right?" -It was a rhetorical question. She did calm herself later though but Asma would never forget what she saw. She didn't even think she wanted to.-

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A little punishment. Marcos x Asma x Katarina -mature content-

So basically... out of nowhere, came this! (still our little shenanigans but hush) :D be offended my dears! be very! :p Marcos and Katarina belong to my friends!

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I caught a glimpse, it was almost an accident. I woke up early this morning and wanted to take a shower. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped by Katarina and Marcos bedroom. Marcos was sleeping but Katarina wasn't in bed. Curiously, I ventured towards her changing room, and I saw her there, already fresh and clean and in the middle of her daily morning routine. I gasped and hid behind the wall, pretending I wasn't there. My breath was short, my knees went weak. She was splendid. She was beautiful. I tried to force myself to leave the room. Marcos was there, still sleeping and the bed was messy. It smelled passion, raw, sweat, desire and body fluids. It smelled nice, it was arousing. She was arousing. I couldn't avoid it and looked past the door, only to see her gracious and lush silhouette. She had already noticed me, I knew, but I didn't care. The little smirk she had on her lips was an evidence, a little mystery she left for me to decode." I see you." That was the message. I smirked and leaned my head against the wall as I watched her brush her gorgeous jet black hair. She had crossed her legs and was tantalizing me. "Come closer, I know you want." These legs would have said it, if they could talk and I would have obeyed.  My breathing was short, labored as I felt a wave of warmth coming from deep within. I mind-absently rubbed my legs together, bit at my forefinger because arousal was strangling me. She was there, only a few feet away. I could reach her, I could go there and ravish her. I wanted to but yesterday we agree on a bet. I had to keep my hands in my pockets, resist her beauty, resist my mistress. I should be a good girl but HOW COULD I BE? How could I, when all I wanted was to join her, make love to her...let her possess me completely?!

I felt a large hand on my neck, squeezing it lightly, just enough to make me realize he was awake. I almost squealed but bit at my forefinger harder. He was awake! I could tell it was him, not just because I could read his psychic print, but his scent was familiar. HIs touch was familiar. I knew Katarina could see us from where she was, with her powers and it aroused me even more. Marcos large free hand stroked my leg before he reached the bottom of the large shirt I was wearing. I shivered and tried to muffle my gasps. It was thrilling this way. Unexpected but thrilling anyway. I swallowed a lump as I felt his hand hastily push up the shirt and uncover my plump brown rear.

"She's watching you Asma... If you say her name you lose the bet and to spice things up, if you make some noise, you lose the bet." - Wait for what? I wasn't allowed to make a sound?-

"How come I can't make a--.." He silenced me with a hand on my mouth.

 "ta ta ta... no talking princess. Now let me say a proper "good morning"." He smirked and pulled away from my ears.

I heard a small noise, his boxers he got rid of and I felt his other hand push me behind, so I would bend over, lean my face against the door while he slammed himself from behind. It was a powerful thrust. The kind to make me scream but I had to keep my mouth closed. It took everything I have not to scream and swallow it back into my throat. Marcos was well endowed, for as far as I know. My eyes were almost revulsed as I tried to relish in the burning feeling between my legs. He didn't stop, didn't let me the time to adjust to his cock as he started to properly fuck me. My bumblebee eyes were still staring at Katarina who was pretending she didn't hear a single thing while I KNEW.. and could feel she was not missing a single bit of what was happening. She glanced at me, with her gorgeous hazel eyes, still trying to make me lose my bet as she was now applying some makeup on her face. A gorgeous red lipstick, red like blood to those lips I desperately wanted to kiss.

"Mmmmmpphhhh.. mmmhhh" I couldn't scream..I couldn't, not even when Marcos was hitting the right spots. Oh fuck, he was good! He was more than good! He was skilled! His name was just there, behind my closed lips but I refused to say it. His hips were smacking hard against my plump rear, making it jiggle and bounce against his abs. He groaned huskily, sending shivers down my spine and waves of pleasure through my whole body. Fuck! I wanted to scream. Katarina slowly pushed her chair away so she could put her creamy pale legs on the vanity and I nearly outstretched my hand towards her, but that hand was grabbed by my other lover, my King, who put it behind me so I could not escape from him. His other hand was not on my neck anymore but grabbed my hair and he leaned again against my shoulder to whisper in my ear.

"Scream my name!"

"N...Never.. I.. won't.. lose!" -I managed to whisper back, but he increased the strength of his thrust, literally brain fucking me now. He was going hard and deep, feeding my tight channel more of his mighty cock so I could surrender more easily, but I resisted. I did, even if he was pulling on my hair and knew I hardly could resist. He did, even if I was slightly restrained and couldn't escape. Oh, the idea was interesting, oh it was arousing... I should have screamed. I was on the verge of doing it but Elders were known to be proud creatures and I made a bet. I had to win!

"You!" -He thrust harder and stayed deeper inside of me.- "WILL.!" -Another thrust, and I almost screamed, my mouth was left open but I held back the sound. "SCREAM!" And he pushed again, this time Katarina looked at me and I lost the remnants of control I Had left. Since Marcos pushed again inside, I was left screaming his name. He was satisfied, the large grin on his lips informed me that I did surrender and lost my bet. But he wasn't done and I wasn't either. Katarina stood up and walked towards us.

"Morning loves. I see you two are having a lot of fun."

"Kat... aaah. I tried to win... but he.. but he.." Marcos was still casually fucking me. Did you think he'd stop? He released my hair and my arm so he could grab my waist and when Katarina came, he simply pulled her closer to french kiss her. I was barely keeping my balance with my hands on the wall

"He did a great job. And you've been a very naughty girl. I spotted you watching me... " She said as she yanked my head back. I grunted and nipped at my bottom lip.

"I wanted to say...hi.. ooohhhh..."

"You could have but you didn't. How about I join Marcos? Would you want it?" She asked, rubbing my lips with her forefinger before she slid it into my warm mouth. I nodded. of course I'd love her to join. Of course, our game would be better if she was there. Marcos would not complain. He never did actually and not just because it was Kat. I was his little princess, his baby girl while Katarina was his wife, my mistress... my friend. We knew where to stand in this relationship. I loved them both, they both loved me and they loved each other even more. What more could I have asked? What more tell me?!

Oh, of course, I could tell the rest of the story, but there are things that better not be known.